519. VOICE

Folds upon folds of land surfaces curving and spiking in various landforms surrounded the duo, Noah, and his giant bird. The white nature of the snow in the area remained accompanied by the blowing of the wind. The freezing winds.

Noah remained in position, unfazed by what had just occurred, he expected nothing less to begin with.

The Thunderbird, which Noah addressed as its true personality. The young girl Erolia.

Noah watched the eyes of the Thunderbird tremble madly as its light went dim and brighter in those few seconds. His words had called out the human mind within that body.

Erolia struggled to overcome the violent nature of that body. It wasn't wholly hers yet. Or rather she owned the body. She knew its controls, only that it remained new to her.

"Come," Noah stretched forth his hand, even if he understood things wouldn't be that easy. He watched the bird's gaze land on his hand and saw its eyes blaze with intensity.